Omgosh yes!!!!!! This would be so interesting everyone who sends me one or reblogs this from me will also get a message
Theory on how Supernatural should end: Dean Winchester wakes up and he’s frightened and sobbing, so Mary Winchester turns on the lights and brings her 4 year old son into her arms and tells him “it’s okay, Dean, just a nightmare. You can sleep, angels are watching over you” and he wants to be happy but then he sees Castiel standing at the corner of the room smiling softly.
I just bought these and I’m very excited for my keyboard to be a pretty GALAXY
some GoT AU designs inspired by weekendship!!! they’re so cool i had to aaaa o3o
A quick little speed sketch cause demon!Dean keeps rattling around in my head making trouble.
Happy Birthday Misha!
Thank you for being you.
there’s loose change and bloody feathers crammed into that old bag
hello beautiful beautiful person, maybe Sastiel + purple? because reasons, please :)
The ground under Castiel’s stomach was a little damp, the last of winter melting out of it slowly, being taken up by the grass and trees and drawn through them, switching the color of the world back on after long months of sullen grey. He rested his chin on his arms and twisted a blade of sharp grass between his fingers, watching the shadows of clouds pass by as the breeze picked up.
"What’re you doing?" Sam asked, lying next to him, watching the patch of garden in front of his husband. It needed some tending, now that the ground was softening. The ferns were spilling over the edge into the grass, and the fairy roses had stretched out their branches to twist themselves up in the rose of sharon. There were bare patches where things had not yet come back; Sam tried to remember what they’d planted there, whether it might not have survived the winter.
"I’m waiting for that crocus to bloom," Cas answered, smiling over at him. "It’s going to be the first flower of spring."
"Could be a few days, Cas," Sam answered.
"No. It’s going to be today. I can tell."
Sam smiled back at him, then turned so he could use Cas’s back as a pillow.
"Okay. Wake me when it does."
Benny’s on the prowl for someone to tumble in the sheets with, but finds a teenage hunter instead.
Warnings: blood stuff, à la vampire biting. Underage, Sam’s seventeen.
Collab with threat!anon!
"Male, late twenties, head trauma."
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